Kill this notion 

Everyone's dying 

We must flee this island quickly

Look at us wasting precious seconds 

Just push the weak aside They'll bleed out underwater

Run run run run run

Before you get your chance to meet the maker

You'd better give him reason 

To guide you on your way home

And if you're in your Sundays best he'll let you in his chariot to ride along with Bacchus

Please God 

They all gasped in time 

Show us a sign

Bow before me

Brothers I am 

Here to save you 

Time is fleeting 

For now you are the lucky ones

Pretend that this never happened I will lift you from this foul soil


(Thanks to Nathan for these lyrics)